Every year a few days before Christmas Jay retreats secretively to his garage and workroom downstairs. No questions allowed, no peeking tolerated, no hints escape. Santa is getting busy.
This Christmas morning revealed an adorable faux fireplace mantle that surrounds an elfin-sized electric fireplace. I love it. There was no question where it was to go – the Master Bedroom. The Master Bedroom with my self-imposed 2011 Ideal requirements which include:
*No flutter of any clutter (I can only hope!)
*the almost- not-lemony-walls *the most definitely bright white ceiling *the decidedly stark black doors and bed
And photography-wise: * No austere ancestor or playful progeny portraits here. Just He and Me – Me and He Thanks Jay!
(He doesn’t read posts, I’ll have to TELL him . . . again.)
